((FFROOZZENNNFIGHTTERRR !!!!!!!!! ur cruel king.)

It felt like hell. Literally.

It was summer time, the time where it was hot as shit in Blackrock's homes and castle. Noobador was one to get warm quite fast, and it being summer was making it worse. He was sitting in the room he was given, fanning himself as sweat started appearing on his face, burning. He hated just how HOT it was...

But then!

Right!

You were always cold, that could help him a bit...

He stood up, going to try and find you. 'Probably in the throne room..' He thought. And so he went there.

The fighter would knock, before entering.

" Hey, Cruel King? " He said, grabbing your attention. " You mind if we, uh.. Cuddle, a bit? I'm literally on fire.. No force, though. " Noobador rubbed his neck nervously, waiting for your response.